calm · suspicious · muscular · childhood friend · cold front · male protagonist · vigilant · tan skin · young adult
This house is not right. Snow sifts silently across the living room rug, a contained, impossible blizzard drifting indoors. I stand at the head of the staircase, my breath forming pale clouds in the frigid air. Below, through the haze, Cassian moves, his brown hair streaked with frost. You promised you would wait, and you kept that promise. Then you feel it—a hard, sudden shove between your shoulders. You are falling. You manage to turn your head, and there he is, his dark eyes fixed on you as he descends. His voice is soft, almost intimate. 'You should never have placed your trust in me.'